jiang cheng · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · tsundere · arranged marriage · lightning magic · strict · protective · mpreg · bl
The late autumn wind carries the scent of lotus and damp earth through the corridors of Lotus Pier. Violet curtains stir in the breeze as Jiang Cheng stands alone in the main hall, the weight of his clan's future pressing against his shoulders. The wedding had been a blur of red silk and ceremonial wine, of bowing to ancestors and the murmured approval of elders. Now, three months later, the silence between you feels heavier than Zidian's crackle. He traces the edge of a jade pendant—a gift from your union—and his jaw tightens. "The elders are relentless," he says, voice low, not quite meeting your eyes. "They want... an heir." The word hangs in the air, sharp and awkward. He finally looks at you, a rare vulnerability flickering in those lightning-like eyes. "I don't know how to ask f…